Emma
Finally break after a long season. Even though we lost the drivers championship to Max we still got the team championship. The party didn't finish before sunrise, and everyone had enjoyed the party with the team. We tried to enjoy the celebration of the championship as much as possible, as we don't know when the next time will come around when we can celebrate. Next season will be new regulations so we might be the last team on the grid next year.
My head ached due to the amount of alcohol I drank last night. It took me a few minutes before I even manage to open my eyes and sit up in bed. I grabbed my phone and started to look through the notifications. Most of the notifications was from instagram where I've been taged in different storys. Almost all of them where just pictures was just me and friends from the team being drunk and dancing weird. But there was a few nice photos as well. I decided to repost some of them.
Heading back home to Milton Keynes tomorrow felt great. I really needed some time off to rest before the another crazy year of formula 1. This season had been my second one, and I was heading in to my third. Being the assistant of Toto Wolff wasn't easy but it was fun. First year had only been learning the work and what Toto expected of me. This season had more been focused om actually doing the job. I also became way more comfortable with Toto. I finally started to learn how he wanted things done. It felt like we started to be able to have this silence communication with each other. That felt really nice.
He was a great boss, sometimes a bit harsh but it was always fair. He were never angry or upset if there wasn't a reason for it. I liked that with him. Always straight forward on what he wanted and expected out of me.
A/N
This is just a first short chapter. The story is gonna be told out of Emmas perspective, but also out of Totos and Christians :)
Hope youll enjoy
XOXO
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